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But when, from under this terrestrial ball,
He fires the proud tops of the eastern pines,
And darts his light through every guilty hole,
Then murders, treasons, and detested sins,
The cloak of night being pluck'd from off their backs,
Stand bare and naked, trembling at themselves?
So when this thief, this traitor, Bolingbroke,
Who all this while hath revell'd in the night,
Whilst we were wandering with the antipodes,
Shall see us rising in our throne the east,
His treasons will sit blushing in his face,
Notable to endure the sight of day;
But, self-affrighted, tremble at his sin.
Not all the water in the rough rude sea
Can wash the balm from an anointed king:
The breath of worldly men cannot depose
The deputy elected by the Lord:
For every man that Bolingbroke hath press'd,
To list shrewd steel against our golden crown,
God for his Richard hath in heavenly pay
A glorious angel: then, if angels fight,
Weak men * fall; for heaven still guards the
g Enter Salisbury.
Welcome, my lord; How far of lies your power?"
Sal. Nor near, nor further off, my gracious lord,
Than this weak arm: Discomfort guides my tongue,
And bids me speak of nothing but despair.
()ne o too late, I fear, my noble lord,
Hath clouded all thy happy days on earth:
(), call back yesterday, bid time return,
And thou o: have twelve thousand fighting men!
0-day, to-day, unhappy day, too late,
Q'erthrows thy joys, friends, fortune, and thy state;
For all the Welshmen, hearing thou wert dead,
Are gone to Bolingbroke, dispers'd, and fled.
dum. Comfort, my liege: why looks your grace
so pale 1
K. Rich. But now, the blood of twenty thousand

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The worst is—death, and death will have his day.
Scroop. Glad am I, that your highness is so arm’d,
To bear the tidings of casamity.
Like an unseasonable stormy 3. *
Which makes the silver rivers *wn their shores,
As if the world were all dissolv'd to tears;
So high above his limits swells the rage
Qs. Bolingbroke, covering your oiland
With hard bright steel, and hearts harder than

steel. White-beards have arm'd their thin and hairless scalps Against thy majesty; boys, with women's voices, Strive to speak big, and clap their female joints In stiff unwieldy arms against thy crown: Thy very beadsmen learn to bend their bows Qs double-fatal yew against thy state ; Yea, distaff-women manage rusty bills Against thy seat: both young and old rebel And all goes worse than I have power to toll. K. Rich. Too well, too well, thou tell'st a tale

so ill. Where is the earl of Wiltshire? where is Bagot? What is become of Bushy 7 where is Green That they have let the dangerous o Measure our confines with such peaceful steps ? If we prevail, their heads shall pay for it. I warrant, they have made peace with Bolingbroke. Scroop. Peace have they made with him, indeed, my lord. K. Rich. O villains, vipers, damn'd without redemption Dogs, easily won to sawn on any man! Snakes, in my heart-blood warm’d, that sting my heart : Three Judases, each one thrice worse than Judas! Would they make peace terrible hell make war Upon their spotted souls for this offence! Scroop. Sweet love, I see, changing his property Turns to the sourest and most deadly hate:— Again uncurse their souls; their peace is made With heads, and not with hands: "those whom you

curse, Have felt the worst of death's destroying wound, And lie full low, grav'd in the hollow ground. ..slum. Is Bushy, Green, and the earl of Wiltshire, dead 7 * Scroop. Yea, all of them at Bristol lost their heads. .slum. Where is the duke, my father, with his ower 7 K. Rich. No matter where; of comfort no man

speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. Let's choose executors, and talk of wills: And yet not so,-for what can we bequeath, Save our deposed bodies to the ground ! Our lands, our lives, and all, are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own, but death; And that small model of the barren earth, Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For heaven's sake, let us sit upon the ground, And tell sad stories of the death of kings:– How some have been depos'd, some slain in war, Some haunted by the ghosts they have depos'd; Some poison'd by their wives, some sleeping kill'd, All murder'd :—For within the hollow crown, That rounds the mortal temples of a king, Keeps death his court: and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state, and grinning at his pomp ; Allowing him a breath, a little scene

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Insusing him with sels and vain conceit,-
As if this flesh, which walls about our life,
Were brass impregnable; and, humour'd thus,
Comes at the last, and with A listic pin
Bores through his castle wall, and—farewell king!
Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood
With solemn reverence; throw away respect,
Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty,
For you have but mistook me all this while:
I live with bread like you, feel want, taste gries,
Need friends:—Subjected thus,
How can you say to me—I am a .#!
Car. My lord, wise men ne'er wail their present
But presently prevent the ways to wail.
To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength,
Gives, in your weakness, strength unto your foe,
And so vour follies fight against yourself.
Fear, and be slain; no worse can come, to fight:
And sight and die, is death destroying death;
Where fearing dying, pays death servile breath.
.ium. My father hath a power, inquire of him;
And learn to make a body of a limb.
K. Rich. Thou chid'st me well –Proud Bo-
lingbroke, I come
To change blows with thee for our day of doom.
This ague-fit of fear is over-blown;
An easy task it is, to win our own.—
Say, Scroop, where lies our uncle with his power?
Speak sweetly, man, although thy looks be sour.
Scroop. Men judge by the complexion of the sky
The state and inclination of the day:
So may you by my dull and heavy eye,
My tongue hath but a heavier tale to say.
I play the torturer, by small and small,
To lengthen out the worst that must be spoken :-
Your uncle York hath join'd with Bolingbroke;
And all your northern castles yielded up,
And all your southern gentlemen in arms

Upon his port.
K. Rich. Thou hast said enough.-
Beshrew” thee, cousin, which didst lead me forth
[To Aurnerle.
Of that sweet way I was in to despair
What say you now 7 What comfort have we now
By heaven, I'll hate him everlastingly,
That bids me be of comfort any more.
Go, to Flint castle; there I'll pine away;
A king, wo's slave, shall kingly wo obey.
That power. I have, discharge; and let them go
To ear" the land that hath some hope to grow,
For I have none:—Let no man speak again
To alter this, for counsel is but vain.
.dum. My liege, one word. -
K. Rich. He does me double wrong,
That wounds me with the flatteries of his tongue.
Discharge my followers, let them hence:—Away,
From Richard's night, to Bolingbroke's o; day.

SCE.N'E III.—Wales. Before Flint Castle. Enter, with drum and colours, Bolingbroke and Jorces; York, Northumberland, and others.

Boling. So that by this intelligence we learn, The Welshmen are dispers'd; and Salisbury Is gone to meet the king, who lately landed, With some few private friends, upon this coast.

.North. The news is very fair and good, my lord; Richard, not far from hence, hath hid his head.

York. It would beseem the lord Northumberland, To say—king Richard:—Alack the heavy day, When such a sacred king should hide his head

JNorth. Your grace mistakes me, only to be brief,' Left I his title out.

York. The time hath been, Would you have been so brief with him, he would Have been so brief with you, to shorten you, For taking so the head," your whole head's length.

Boling. Mistake not, uncle, further than you

should. York. Take not, good cousin, further than you should

Les' woumi take: the heavens are o'er your head

Boling. I know it, uncle; and oppose not Myself against their will.—But who comes here?

Enter Percy.

Well, Harry; what, will not this castle yield 2

Percy. The castle royally is mann'd, my lord, Against thy entrance.

Boling. Royally
Why, it contains no king?

Percy. Yes, o fo lord,
It doth contain a king; king Richard lies
Within the limits of yon lime and stone:
And with him are the lord Aumerle, lord Salisbury,
Sir Stephen Scroop ; besides a clergyman
Of holy reverence, who, I cannot learn.

.North. Belike, it is the bishop of Carlisle.

Boling. Noble lord To North. Go to the rude ribs of that ancient cast e; Through brazen trumpet send the breath of parle' Into his ruin'd ears, and thus deliver: Harry Bolingbroke On both his knees doth kiss king Richard's hand; And sends allegiance, and true faith of heart, To his most royal person: hither come Even at his feet to lay my arms and power; Provided that, my banishment repeal’d, And lands restor'd again, be freely granted: if not, I'll use the advantage of my power, And lay the summer's dust with showers of blood, Rain’d from the wounds of slaughter'd Fnglishmen: The which, how far off from the mind of Bolingbroke It is, such crimson tempest should bedrench The fresh green lap of fair king Richard's land, My stooping duty tenderly shall show. Go, signify as much ; while here we march Upon the grassy carpet of this plain.—

[Northumberland advances to the castle,
with a trumpet.

Let's march without the noise of threatening drum,
That from the castle’s totter'd battlements
Our fair appointments may be well perus'd.
Methinks, king Richard and myself should meet
With no less terror than the elements
Of fire and water, when their thundering shock
At meeting tears the cloudy cheeks of heaven.
Be he the fire, I'll be the yielding water:
The rage be his, while on the earth I rain
My waters; on the earth, and not on him.
March on, and mark king Richard how he looks.

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et within. Flourish, Enter on the walls king

ichard, the bishop of Carlisle, Aumerle, Scroop, and Salisbury.

York. See, see, king Richard doth himself appear, As doth the blushing discontented sun From out the fiery portal of the east; When he perceives the envious clouds are bent To dim his glory, and to stain the track Of his bright passage to the occident. Yet looks he like a king; behold, his eye,

(1) Part. 2) Ill betide. (3) Force. (4) Plow.

(5) Short. (6) Such liberty. (7) Parley.

As bright as is the eagle's, lightens forth

Controlling majesty; Alack, alack, for wo,

That any harm should stain so fair a show !
K. Rich. We are amaz'd; and thus long have

we stood To watch the fearful bending of thy knee, To Northumberland.

Because we thought ourself thy lawful king:
And if we be, how dare thy joints forget
To pay their awful duty to our presence?
If we be not, show us the hand of God
That hath dismiss'd us from our stewardship;
For well we know, no hand of blood and bone
Can gripe the sacred handle of our sceptre,
Unless he do profane, steal, or usurp.
And though you think, that all, as you have done,
Have torn their souls, by turning o from us,
And we are barren, and berest of friends;–
Yet know, my master, God omnipotent,
ls must'ring in his clouds, on our behalf,
Armies of pestilence; and they shall strike
Your children yet unborn, and unbegot,
That list your vassal hands against my head,
And threat the glory of my precious crown.
Tell Bolingbroke (for yond', methinks, he is,)
That every stride he makes upon my land,
ls dangerous treason: He is come to ope
The purple testament of bleeding war;
But ere the crown he looks for live in peace,
Ten thousand bloody crowns of mother's sons
Shall ill become the slower of England's face;"
Change the complexion of her maid-pale peace
To scarlet indignation, and bedev
Her pastures' grass with faithful English blood.

.North. The king of heaven forbid, our lord the

kin Should so With civil and uncivil arms 3e rush’d upon Thy thrice-noble cousin Harry Bolingbroke, doth humbly kiss thy hand; o the honourable tomb he swears That stands upon thy royal gran'ssire's bones ; And by the royalties of both your bloods, Currents that spring from one most gracious


And by the buried hand of warlike Gaunt;
And by the worth and honour of himself,
Comprising all that may be sworn, or said,—
His coming hither hath no further scope,
Than for his lineal royalties, and to beg
Enfranchisement immediate on his knees:
Which on thy royal party granted once,
His glittering arms he will commendo to rust,
His barbed steeds to stables, and his heart
To faithful service of your majesty.
This swears he, as he is a prince, is just;
And, as I am a gentleman, I credit him.

K. Rich. Northumberland, say,+thus the king

His noble cousin is right welcome hither;
And all the number of his fair demands
Shall be accomplish'd without contradiction:
With all the gracious utterance thou hast,
Speak to his gentle hearing kind commends.—
We do debase ourself, cousin, do we not,
[To Aumerle.

To look so poorly, and to speak so fair?
Shall we o back Northumberland, and send
Defiance to the traitor, and so die

dum. No, good my lord; let's fight with gentle

- words, Till time lend friends, and friends their helpful swords.

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eat, Since foes have scope to beat both thee and me. .dum. Northumberland comes back from Boling

broke. K. Rich. What must the king do now? Must he submit 2

The king shall do it. Must he be depos'd?
The king shall be contented: Must he lose
The name of king? o'God's name, let it go:
I'll give my jewels, for a set of beads;
My gorgeous palace, for a hermitage;
My gay apparel, for an alms-man's gown;
My figur'd goblets, for a dish of wood;
My sceptre, for a palmer's walking-staff;
My subjects, for a pair of carved saints;
And my large kingdom for a little grave,
A little little grave, an obscure grave:–
Qr I'll be buried in the king's o
Some way of common trade, where subjects' feet
May hourly trample on their sovereign's head:
For on my heart they tread, now whilst I live;
And, buried once, why not upon my head 7–
Aumerle, thou weep'st; My tender-hearted cou
sin –
We'll make soul weather with despised tears;
Qur sighs, and they, shall lodge the summer corn,

nd make a dearth in this revolting land.
Or shall we play the wantons with our woes,
And make some pretty match with shedding tears;
As thus:-To drop them still upon one place,
Till they have fretted us a pair of graves
Within the earth; and, therein laid,—There lies
Two kinsmen, digg'd their graves with weeping

eyes 7

Would not this ill do well?—Well, well, I see
Italk but idly, and you mock at me.—
Most mighty prince, my lord Northumberland,
What says king Bolingbroke,” will his majesty
Give Richard i. to live till Richard ;
You make a leg," and Bolingbroke says—ay.

JNorth. My lord, in the base” court he doth attend To * ..., you; may’t please you to com


n K. Rich. Down, down, I come; like glistering Phaeton, Wanting the manage of unruly jades. [North. retires to Boling. In the base court? Base court, where kings grow ase, To come at traitors' call, and do them grace. In the base court.” Come down? Down, court' down, king ! For night-owls shriek, where mounting larks should

sing. [Ereunt from abor. Boling. What says his majesty ? JNorth. Sorrow and grief of heat

Makes him speak fondly," like a frantic man: Yet he is come.

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K. Rich. Fair cousin, you debase your princely

nee to make the base earth proud with kissing it: Me rather had, my heart might feel your love, Than my unpleas'd eye see your courtesy. Up, cousin, up; your heart is up, I know, Thus high at least, [Touching his own head..] although your knee below. Boling. My gracious lord, 1 come but for mine own. K. Rich. Your own is yours, and I am yours, and all. Boling. So far be mine, my most redoubted lord, As my true service shall deserve vour love. K. Rich. Well you deserve:—They well deserve to have, That know the strong'st and surest way to get.— Incle, give me your hand; nay, dry your eyes; Tears show their love, but want their remedies.— Cousin, I am too young to be your father, Though you are old enough to be my heir. What you will have, I'll give, and willing too; For do we must, what force will have us do.— Set on towards London:—Cousin, is it so? Boling. Yea, my good lord. K. Rich. Then I must not say, no. [Flourish. Ereunt.

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Give some supportance to the bending twigs.-
Go thou, and, |. an executioner,
Cut off the heads of too-fast-growing sprays,
That look too losty in our commonwealth:
All must be even in our government.—
You thus employ'd, I will go root away
The noisome weeds, that without profit suck
The soil's fertility from wholesome flowers.

1 Serv. Why should we, in the compass of a pale,”
Keep law, and form, and due proportio
Showing, as in a model, our firm estate
When our sea-walled garden, the whole land,
Is full of weeds; her fairest flowers chokido
Her fruit-trees all unprun'd, her hedges o,
Her knots" disorder'd, and her wholesome herbs
Swarming with caterpillars?

Gard. Hold thy peace:— He that hath suffer'd this disorder'd spring, Hath now himself met with the fall of leaf: The weeds, that his broad-spreading leaves did


That seem'd in eating him to hold him up,
Are pluck'd up, root and all, ". o,
I mean, the earl of Wiltshire, Bushy, Green.

1 Serv. What, are they dead 7

Gard. They are; and Bolingbroke Hath seiz'd the wasteful king.—Oh! What pity

is it, That he had not so trimm'd and dress'd his land, As we this garden' We, at time of year, Do wound the bark, the skin of our fruit-trees; Lest, being over-proud with sap and blood, With too much riches it confound itself: Had he done so to great and growing men, They might have liv'd to bear, and he to taste, Their fruits of duty. All superfluous branches We lop away, that bearing boughs may live: Had he done so, himself had borne the crown, Which waste of idle hours hath quite thrown down. 1 Serv. . think you then, the king shall be depos'd? Gard. Depress'd he is already; and depos'd, 'Tis doubt, he will be: Letters came last night To a dear friend of the good duke of York's, That tell black tidings. Queen. O, I am press'd to death, Through...want of speaking !—Thou, old Adam’s ikeness, [Coming from her concealmenu. Set to dress the garden, how dares Thy harsh-rude tongue sound this unpleasing news? What Eve, what serpent hath suggested thee To make a second fall of cursed man? Why dost thou say, king Richard is depos'd? Dar'st thou, thou little better thing than earth divine his downfalli’s, where, when, and how, Cam'st thou by these ill tidings? speak, thou wretch. Gard. Pardon me, madam: little joy have I, To breathe this news; yet, what I say, is true. King Richard, he is in the mighty ho Of Éj." their fortunes both are weigh’d: In your lord's scale is nothing but himself, And some few vanities that make him light; But in the balance of great Bolingbroke, Besides himself, are all the En . rs, And with that odds he weighs king Richard down. Post you to London, and you'll find it so; I speak no more than every one doth know. Queen. Nimble mischance, that art so light of

foot, Doth not thy embassage belong to me, And am I last that knows it? 0, thou think'st

2) Profits. o Inclosure. 4) Figures planted in a box. 5) No doubt

To serve me last, that I may longest keep
Thy sorrow in my breast.—Come, ladies, go,
To meet at London London's king in wo.—
What, was I born to this that my sad look
Should grace the triumph of great Bolingbroke 7–
Gardener, for telling me this news of wo,
I would, the plants thou graft'st, may never grow.
§. ueen and Ladies.
Gard. Poor queen! so that thy state might be
no worse,
I would, my skill were subject to thy curse.—
Here did she drop a tear; here, in this place,
I'll set a bank of rue, sour herb of grace;
Rue, even for ruth," here shortly shall be seen,
In the remembrance of a weeping queen. [Ere.


SCE.NTE I.—London. Westminster Hall. The lords spiritual on the right side of the throne; the lords temporal on the left; the commons below. Enter Bolingbroke, Aumerle, Surrey, Northumberland, Percy, Fitzwater, another lord, Bishop §. .dbbot of Westminster, and attendants. \fficers behind, with Bagot.

Boling. Call forth Bagot:—
Now, Bagot, freely speak thy mind;
What thou dost know of noble Gloster's death;
Who wrought it with the king, and who perform'd
The bloody office of his timeless” end.

Bagos. Then set before my face the lord Aumerle.

Boling. Cousin, stand forth, and look upon that

Bagot. My lord Aumerle, I know your daring
Scorns to unsay what once it hath deliver'd.
In that dead time when Gloster's death was plotted,
I heard you say,+Is not my arm of length,
That reacheth from the resiful English court
.1s far as Calais, to my uncle's head?
Amongst much other talk, that very time,
I heard you say, that you had rather refuse
The offer of a hundred thousand crowns,
Than Bolingbroke's return to England
Adding withi, how biest this land would be,
In this your cousin's death.
-Turn. Princes, and noble lords,
What answer shall I make to this base man?
Shall I so much dishonour my fair stars,
On equal terms to give him chastisement?
Either I must, or have mine honour soil'd
With the attainder of his sland’rous lips.—
There is my gage, the manual seal of death,
That marks thee out for hell: I say, thou liest,
And will maintain, what thou hast said, is false,
In thy heart-blood, though being all too base
To stain the temper of my knightly sword.
Boling. Bagot, forbear, thou shalt not take it up.
.dum. Excepting one, i would he were the best
In all this presence, that hath mov'd me so.
Fitz. If that thy valour stand on sympathies,
There is my gage, Aumerle, in gage to thine:
# that fair sun that shows me where thou stand'st,
I heard thee say, and 'o', thou spak'st it,
That thou wert cause of noble Gloster's death.
If thou deny'st it, twenty times thou liest;
And I will turn thy falsehood to thy heart,
Where it was forged, with my rapier's point.
.ium. * dar'st not, coward, live to see that

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Fitz. Now, by my soul, I would it were this hour.
./lum. owater, thou art damn'd to hell for
Percy. Aumerle, thou liest; his honour is as true,
In this appeal, as thou art all unjust:
And, that thou art so, there I throw my gage,
To prove it on thee, to the extremest point
Of mortal breathing; seize it, if thou dar'st.
..?um. And if I do not, may my hands rot off,
And never brandish more revengeful steel
Over the glittering helmet of my foe!
Lord. f take the earth to the like, forsworn
And spur thee on with full as many lies
As may be holla'd in thy treacherous ear
From sun to sun: there is my honour's pawn;
Poio it to the trial, if thou dar'st.
•Illin. Wi sets me else? by heaven, I'll throw
at all:
I have a thousand spirits in one breast,
To answer twenty thousand such as you.
Surrey. My lord Fitzwater, I do remember well
The very time Aumerle and you did talk.
Fitz. My lord, 'tis true: you were in presence

And you can witness with me, this is true.
Surrey. As false, by heaven, as heaven itself is


Fitz. Surrey, thou liest.

Surrey. Dishonourable boy
That lie shall lie so heavy on my sword,
That it shall render vengeance and revenge,
Till thou the lie-giver, and that lie, do lie
In earth as quiet as thy father's scull.
In proof whereof, there is my honour's pawn;
Engage it to the trial, if thou dar'st.

itz. How fondly dost thou spur a forward horse!

If I dare eat, or drink, or breathe, or live,
I dare meet Surrey in a wilderness,
And spit upon him, whilst I say, he lies,
And lies, and lies: there is my bond of faith,
To tie thee to my strong correction.—
As I intend to thrive in this new world,
Aumerle is guilty of my true appeal:
Besides, I heard the banish’d Norfolk say,
That thou, Aumerle, didst send two of thy men
To execute the noble duke at Calais.

./lum. Some honest Christian trust me with a


that Norfolk'lies: here do I throw down this,

If he may be repeal'd to try his honour.
Boling. These differences shall all rest under

Till Nooi be repeal’d: repealed he shall be,
And, though mine enemy, restor'd again
To all his land and signories; when he's return'd,
Against Aumerle we will enforce his trial.
Car. That honourable day shall ne'er be seen.—
Many a time hath banish'd, Norfolk sought
For Jesu Christ; in glorious Christian field
Streaming the ensign of the Christian cross,
Against black Pagans, Turks, and Saracens:
And, toil'd with works of war, retir'd himself
To Italy; and there, at Venice, gave
His body to that pleasant country's earth,
And his pure soul unto his captain, Christ;
Under whose colours he had fought so long.
Boling. Why, bishop, is Norfolk dead?
Car. As sure as I live, my lord.
Boling. Sweet peace conduct his sweet soul to

the bosom
Of good old Abraham!—Lords appellants.
Your differences shall all rest under gage,
Till we assign vou to your days of trial.

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